The List ~Drabble; D/Hr, G
Title: The List
Rating: G
Prompt: Must take place during Hermione’s Birthday Party.
Warnings: Viva Las Vegas
Word Count: 497
Yesterday, she was only twenty-eight.
Draco watched his favorite witch whilst she mingled with the other guest. Her ivory party dress was pert, but demure and fit her like butter on toast. Her hair was chaotic around her, and as she flipped it over her shoulder, she stole a peek at him, eyes twinkling, a lovely private smile just for him. He thought she was pretty.
When she returned to her animated chat, he shoved his hand into his pocket and retrieved a bit of folded pink parchment. It was faded from age and creased from being opened and refolded repeatedly over the years. Licking his lips, he carefully opened it to reveal a list, garrulously entitled "Things That I Must Achieve Before I'm Twenty-Nine But No Later Than Thirty."
He grinned bemusedly and continued reading. Although the list was long, it was majorly crossed off. A perfectly straight line of ink through each fulfilled goal and aspiration. So characteristically her. Organized, straight, perfect. Outrageously ambitious.
There were only three that weren't crossed off and despite them, he felt a sort of pride, an admiration. Because he knew this list was nearly sixteen years old, and in a way, it was a story of her. Of the person she had become. Of the person she wanted to be.
Today, she was just twenty-nine.
There was an abundance of gifts from him: lavish trinkets, luxurious clothes, and even a widely coveted handbag, they suddenly seemed worthless, thoughtless. And the exuberant party with all her friends seemed ordinary, generic. It all wasn't good enough. Not since he found the list.
He narrowed his eyes on item number 346: Be spontaneous.
It was an odd goal and even more strange that in all her years, she hadn't experienced spontaneity once. But then again, she'd always been a quick thinker. Strategies and ideas bloomed in her head faster than snow melted on the tongue. It wasn't so surprising that she hadn't considered herself truly impulsive.
Having only just arrived, he hadn't approached her yet, and as her glances grew more frequent, he knew he should probably greet her. Before he folded the vellum, he gave the last two items a thoughtful glance and a decision formed immediately.
For her birthday, he'd make all her wishes come true.
After putting the list away, he crossed the floor and placed a sweet kiss on her rosy cheek. "Happy Birthday, Hermione."
"Thank you," she murmured as she snuggled into his side and wrapped her arm around his waist.
His breath hitched with desire before he led her away from the others and after he took another kiss, he whispered, "Do you trust me?"
She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Of course I trust you."
"Hold on. I have a surprise for you."
#259: Become a wife.
Tomorrow, she'd have a new last name.
And as for the item number one, well, they had an entire year to work on that.
Rating: G
Prompt: Must take place during Hermione’s Birthday Party.
Warnings: Viva Las Vegas
Word Count: 497
Yesterday, she was only twenty-eight.
Draco watched his favorite witch whilst she mingled with the other guest. Her ivory party dress was pert, but demure and fit her like butter on toast. Her hair was chaotic around her, and as she flipped it over her shoulder, she stole a peek at him, eyes twinkling, a lovely private smile just for him. He thought she was pretty.
When she returned to her animated chat, he shoved his hand into his pocket and retrieved a bit of folded pink parchment. It was faded from age and creased from being opened and refolded repeatedly over the years. Licking his lips, he carefully opened it to reveal a list, garrulously entitled "Things That I Must Achieve Before I'm Twenty-Nine But No Later Than Thirty."
He grinned bemusedly and continued reading. Although the list was long, it was majorly crossed off. A perfectly straight line of ink through each fulfilled goal and aspiration. So characteristically her. Organized, straight, perfect. Outrageously ambitious.
There were only three that weren't crossed off and despite them, he felt a sort of pride, an admiration. Because he knew this list was nearly sixteen years old, and in a way, it was a story of her. Of the person she had become. Of the person she wanted to be.
Today, she was just twenty-nine.
There was an abundance of gifts from him: lavish trinkets, luxurious clothes, and even a widely coveted handbag, they suddenly seemed worthless, thoughtless. And the exuberant party with all her friends seemed ordinary, generic. It all wasn't good enough. Not since he found the list.
He narrowed his eyes on item number 346: Be spontaneous.
It was an odd goal and even more strange that in all her years, she hadn't experienced spontaneity once. But then again, she'd always been a quick thinker. Strategies and ideas bloomed in her head faster than snow melted on the tongue. It wasn't so surprising that she hadn't considered herself truly impulsive.
Having only just arrived, he hadn't approached her yet, and as her glances grew more frequent, he knew he should probably greet her. Before he folded the vellum, he gave the last two items a thoughtful glance and a decision formed immediately.
For her birthday, he'd make all her wishes come true.
After putting the list away, he crossed the floor and placed a sweet kiss on her rosy cheek. "Happy Birthday, Hermione."
"Thank you," she murmured as she snuggled into his side and wrapped her arm around his waist.
His breath hitched with desire before he led her away from the others and after he took another kiss, he whispered, "Do you trust me?"
She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Of course I trust you."
"Hold on. I have a surprise for you."
#259: Become a wife.
Tomorrow, she'd have a new last name.
And as for the item number one, well, they had an entire year to work on that.